CHAPTER 26
The sun was streaming in through the bedroom window when the doorbell woke Kennedy up the next morning.
Her heart leaped up to her trachea for just a moment as all the memories from the previous night crashed and collided into her thoughts at once. She stood up. Who could it be?
She held her breath as she tiptoed down the hall. There was a different policeman in the living room now, and he stood and nodded at the window. “You know that guy?”
She glanced and saw the painted youth group van parked in the Lindgrens’ driveway, the winter sun reflecting off its bright tie-dye swirls. She peeked through the window near the front door. The first thing she saw was the blond dreadlocks.
“Yeah, I know him.” She ran her fingers through her hair as the officer fidgeted with the deadbol
